(Please listen to the song above before you read ❤️)

"Another night up at the bar late,
Skinny dresses and heartbreaks,
There's nothing magic going on
Then 'long came you"

"Here again?" Ned teased as he joined your side at the bar. You smiled, looking over at him, on the contrary a little surprised to see him here. You shrugged, picking up the glass of white wine between your fingers and holding it against your lips. "You know instead of drinking your feelings away, you could talk to me"

"I know, Ned" You sighed, placing your glass down on the mat at the bar stand and running your finger over the rim. "I just don't feel like talking right now"

"Is it Harry again?" He asked, calling over a bar tender. You nodded. You and Harry were supposed to be a team, there to support each other. Wasn't that what a couple was meant for? Or did you just get the wrong idea... You weren't there to insult and break each others hearts.

"Well if you need me i'm on table eight with Michelle" he gave one more smile before heading off, drink in hand and spirits high. Your eyes followed him as he walked away, spinning round and leaning against the bar. Your eyes looked forward for the first time of the evening to see Peter Parker walking in through the doors. Now, there was a face you wanted to see.

"All the lights are down low and,
I keep losing my focus,
There's something happening
I can't keep cool"

Your eyes met, his paces quickening slightly as he met you at the bar, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and his hands travelled to your waist. "Oh god it's nice to see your goofy face" you sighed into him, his scent filling your nose, your whole body relaxing against him. All the memories from early on that week flooding away.

"You too, Y/N. Where have you been? We've all been worried about you" he rubbed your side gently as you pulled away from the hug. You shrugged, avoiding eye contact. Peter had enough on his plate with his Uncle Ben recently passing, he didn't need the weight of your problems too.

The lights dimmed on the dance floor, the music slowing slightly. Peter looked back before looking over at you.

"Wanna dance?" You asked, the alcohol starting to kick in a little, either that or the pure temptations of the gorgeous boy stood in front of you.

"I-I don't dance" Peter tried to shrug it off quickly, but you didn't take notice. You wrapped your hands in his palm and gave him a tug into the crowding floor. "Come on, it'll be fun I promise"

You stopped in the middle of the floor, the music starting off slow and with a steady beat. He stood there for a moment, completely confused. You rolled your eyes with a smile, pulling his hands towards you and resting them on your hips. He gulped slightly as your arms hung over his shoulders, inches apart from each other, your fingers tapped against one another. His cheeks were flushed as his movements were tight at first.

"Relax" you reassured him. He nodded quickly, taking a deep breath.

"Oh, I can't sleep
I'm dancing with adrenaline
I can't speak
Hands, they keep trembling"

It's been a week exactly since you had that dance with Peter, and ever since, whenever your around him, it's like you loose control of everything. Your hands start shaking, you forget how to speak.

The six nights you spent that week were wide awake, your adrenaline far too high for you to even think about closing your eyes. You remembered the feeling of his hands on your waist, his steady movements as he slowly took control and began to relax. The way he let you open up to him about Harry when he walked you home that night. Where you falling in love with your best friend?

"Y/N, babe get some sleep ok?" Harry groaned beside you, wrapping his arms around you. Your thoughts were cut off, a whole stretching in your chest as your heart sank into your stomach. This was wrong, you loved Harry, you knew you did. But was it time to move on? Had you grown out of him?

"I've been so weak
When you make an entrance
And when you leave
Oh, I can't hardly breathe"

"Ew" Peter looked you up and down sarcastically as he joined you in the library. You rolled your eyes giving him a playful punch on the arm. He threw off his backpack, placing it under the table and pulling his chair closer to you. You immediately froze up.

"S-So, about this, uh, project" You stuttered shyly as you picked at the photographs spread out before you. Peter looked over towards you, your breath being snatched away from your lungs. You felt like you were ready to pass out.

"Yeah, I actually got some pretty cool photo's the other week, wanna see?" he asked, reaching down into his backpack for his camera. "Uh, sure"

God, pull yourself together Y/N!

"Peter?"

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice suddenly laced with concern. You were a little taken back, his eyes meeting your own as he returned to his straight posture.

"Me, uh.. Me and Harry kinda broke up" you scratched the back of your neck uneasily. You could be more upset about it if you were honest, you knew the relationship wouldn't last. It was more of a developed friendship than anything else, and it was nice to hear that Harry understood that. He accepted the fact you were growing apart, and thought it would be better to just go off as friends.

"Oh, uh, Y/N... Wow, i'm so sorry"

"Don't be. We came to terms with it and we both kinda knew it was gonna end at some point" you shrugged, leaning against your hand on the table. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back, your skin shivering at his contact.

"Okay, this is gonna sound really weird but now that your kinda... Single... Did you maybe wanna go to Homecoming with me?" Peter asked, his cheeks flushing and bowing his head away from you slightly. You thought you had died and gone to heaven as the words slipped from his lips.

"Y-You wanna go to Homecoming... With me?"

"And now you're killing me softly
You're saying things with your body
So I take your hand and then we go"

Finally the night had arrived and after getting over the nerves it was finally the time you had been dreaming of and dreading all the most the same. Peter seemed a lot more confident this time, considering the fact you had only ever danced with him once before. He held you closer this time, a little more intimate as you weren't the centre of attention, more excluded to the side of the dance floor, which you didn't care about.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, swaying to his rhythm. You felt like you had finally found your peace in a person. He lowered his hands slowly to your back, making your cheeks flush slightly at the contact.

"And I pull you in closer
You got me hooked and you know it
You're like a gamble
But I love playing it loose"

You lifted your head from Peter's shoulder slowly, looking up at him. He was only a few inches taller than you, it was so adorable. You pulled his closer slowly, wrapping your hands tighter around his neck. Your heart was pounding against your chest, thumping, ready to break every rib you had. His hand found itself on your cheek as he invited you in, finally embracing you in a tender kiss. His lips weren't like you had imagined, they were softer, more gentle. He caressed you more than he did fight with you, more like a dance than a battle for dominance.

You pulled away slowly, keeping your hands around him and setting yourself back down on the balls of your feet. "Wow..."

You sniggered at the comment, pecking him on the cheek before returning your head to his shoulder.

"Can't sleep
I'm dancing with adrenaline
I can't speak
Hand, they keep trembling"

Everything was gone, the roof of the house, your will to stop, all the thoughts running through your mind... Were gone. The only thing left was the sensation of Peter's lips against your own, his weight hovering above you and your head on the feather pillow. You could feel your hands shaking as you blindly guided them towards his white shirt, slowly undoing the buttons one by one and sliding open the cotton doors to reveal his chest, your hands free roaming over him.

The heat from your bodies combined was getting harder and harder to bear, you sat up slowly without breaking the contact and reaching behind you to undo the zip of your dress.

"I've been so weak
When you make an entrance
And when you leave
Oh, I can't hardly breathe"

"You sure you wanna do this?" he asked, his voice hasty and his lips were red and swollen. You nodded, eyes locked into his as the night told a story for itself.

"Oh, tell me what you've done; I'm awoken
And I love it more every moment
So, give me something for when you leave"

"Do you really have to go?" your arms refused to let go as tears flooded down your cheeks. Peter was officially leaving for LA, after the death of Uncle Ben, Aunt May decided she needed a change in scenery.

"Yes, and i'm so sorry. I'll come and visit when I can, I promise" he kissed you on the head lightly before untangling your hands from behind him and handing you over to Ned who stood behind you. A tear escaped and rolled down his cheek as he looked back at you one more time, before walking down the driveway and out into the street.

You opened your hand slowly to see a small silver ring with a rose seated on it neatly.

Promise You Wont Forget Me written on the inside.

"I promise"

"'Cause I can hardly breathe"